Rugby gang-bang

Honestly, group sex with rugby players is all the rage here in Australia (see here).

Sadly, it appears that:
1) the players involved aren't the prettiest
2) it may not have been all that consensual.

Still. *sighs*

The airwaves and newspapers here are full of coverage that manages to be both horrified and muted - rugby here is such an institution it's like discovering Joanna Lumley likes scat.

Everyone wants to know the sordid details, but no-one wants to know.

On the radio yesterday an advice show had the following nuggets to offer:

"I mean, yeah, she may have been okay with guys one to five, but what if she's not too happy about bloke number six? How should she indicate that?"

followed, oddly, by:

"Well, you know, if you find yourself in a group-sex situation there are a few indicators that you should check for to make sure that it is consensual. A couple of signs to check for is if the girl is tied up, struggling, or crying..."

Over and above all this is a persistent blokiness to the coverage. The main man involved is called Matthew Johns. For years he's been familiarly known as "Matty". Fair enough. But in most coverage he's still referred to as "Matty". When you're deploring someone's actions, it doesn't work so well if you're sticking to his nickname. I mean, "I really can't support what Tigger's done" just rings hollow, doesn't it?

PS: Yes, Australia is fine. So far there's been pirate drag and a lot of ferries, the world's tiniest beach and an ill-advised attempt to go clubbing in a fleece. And we're not going to talk about the jet lag.

PPS: Peter and Katie? I knew it!